Hannibal

[alcuin]

The last time Alcuin had spotted Hannibal he was speaking with Eliot, and Alcuin had wanted to give him that space. So he'd slipped to the side for a moment, checking his phone, when a familiar voice caught at the edge of his spine.

"Alcuin," the man said, with the slow drawl of someone who always expects to be welcomed.

Alcuin froze. Then slowly turned.

Roger Carrick. Still bronzed, still smiling like the world owed him forgiveness for the things he never admitted.

Alcuin didn’t speak. Just looked at him.

"You look good," Roger said. “Didn’t recognize you at first. You’ve really grown into your own.”

Alcuin’s mouth curled, faintly. “I wasn’t a child when we met.”

Roger chuckled, as if it were a joke. “No. No, I suppose you weren’t.”

A beat. Just long enough for discomfort to settle.

“I’ve been meaning to reach out,” Roger added, voice going a little quieter, as if afraid they'd be overheard. “There’s a new project I think you’d be perfect for.”

Alcuin’s eyes didn’t waver. “I’m not interested.”

"You don’t even want to hear about it?"

“I don’t take meetings in hotel rooms anymore,” Alcuin said calmly.

The words landed with precision—gentle in tone, surgical in intent.

There was a flash of anger across Roger's face, and then he reached out and grabbed Alcuin's arm. "I don't know what you're getting at, but if you're thinking of dragging me into some me too bullshit - "

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[anamusebouche]

"Good," Hannibal replied and set aside his drawing pad. The picture was quite good, for a first in this lewd position.

He got up and approached the bed. "Help me undress."

[alcuin]

Alcuin slid onto his knees on the bed and crawled over to him, then reached up and began to unbutton his shirt.

"I love you," he said softly.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal pushed his hand through Alcuin's hair, lovingly. "And I you."

[alcuin]

"And I want you," Alcuin added breathlessly as he pushed off Hannibal's shirt. "I want you to love me and hold me but also to do unspeakably dirty filthy things to me."

[anamusebouche]

The loving caress turned into a grab and he pulled his hair back. Hard. "Is that so?"

[alcuin]

Alcuin whimpered. “Yes…”

[anamusebouche]

"Hands and knees, show me how eager you are," Hannibal demanded.

[alcuin]

Alcuin turned and pushed up onto his hands and knees, and then looked over his shoulder at Hannibal. His breath was coming fast.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal slapped him on the ass. He got out of the remainder of his clothes, spread his cheeks and pushed inside without further notice.

[alcuin]

Alcuin cried out sharply, and pushed back against him.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal practically growled with lust and began fucking him as if he owned him.

[alcuin]

"Hannibal..." Alcuin moaned, and made it very clear that he wanted exactly what Hannibal was giving him.

[anamusebouche]

He went hard, nails digging into his ass. Then, suddenly, grabbed him and pulled him up against him, only to bite down on his neck.

[alcuin]

Alcuin gasped in surprise, but even the sting of pain didn’t tamper down his moans. “Hannibal, please!”

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal wrapped a hand around Alcuin's cock and pumped it hard as he fucked him.

[alcuin]

Alcuin made a strangled, needy sound and somehow managed to gasp out, "Hannibal... god, Hannibal, can I..."

[anamusebouche]

"Yes," Hannibal conceded, because he wanted to feel him.

[alcuin]

Alcuin’s whole body shuddered; he felt like he’d been on the edge since the moment Hannibal pushed inside him. He came then, hard, a sharp cry escaping him as he spilled over Hannibal’s fingers.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal didn't slow down, but continued to chase his own pleasure. Which didn't take all that long. He came with a strained growl, Alcuin's name on his lips.

[alcuin]

Alcuin went limp in his embrace. "Hannibal..." he sighed.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal kissed him gently this time, on the spot where he had very nearly drawn blood and held him close.

[alcuin]

Alcuin slung a leg over Hannibal, wrapping himself around him, and snuggled up against his chest. "Are you as happy as I am?" he murmured.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal held him as he settled. He chuckled. "Yes, I believe so."